I remember childlike entities looking down at me as I lay helplessly upon a pedestal of polished metal, hooked up to several bizarre
machines through a series of tubes and wires.
The machines muttered and whirred, filling my heart with dread and my bowels with soup.

The creatures spoke to each other and maybe to me in a completely unintelligable language
and I knew then that they were aliens: Grays!
With that sudden realization my stomach tightened-up reflexively and I struggled weakly beneath their pale, otherworldly hands.

I watched in fascination as their clever, little fingers reached into me and after a moment, withdrew holding various brightly colored toys: pink and blue toys, toys pulsing with life and displaying pounding arteries and small articulated veins. Out came my bladder, out came my lungs, out came my heart which they placed in a special container with an amber light on it...